Rob someone using an ATM

Jamey has a gun, a car and a need for money. Doing things the criminal way was the easiest way to do anything, even if some stronger methods had some element of danger. He decided to loiter in his car nearby an ATM somewhere in town, the darkness of night falling overhead, and he waited for the right victim for his first strike. You surmise that he did not yet have the skills to attempt anything more lucrative or creative, but it would be a decent take if he manages to pull it off.

Soon enough, a fat black man in a suit approaches, reaching for his back pocket while talking jovially to someone on his phone. A Rank 1 civilian. When he pulls out his wallet in plain view of the street, you know that Jamey would not squander this chance. He waited until the loud but seemingly wealthy man had taken out his withdrawal before exiting the vehicle, pulling out the pistol to aggressively point it at the man's face in the customary sideways gangsta grip. You had always found this impractical grip style comically amusing. The game was, after all, a Grand Theft Auto title.

"Gimme the cash, the wallet and the phone! Now!" Your boy made his demand firm and clear.

The suit cowered in absolute terror as he raised both hands in the air, "Jesus Christ! Okay! Don't shoot! I give up! Just take it! Take it!"

Fortunately, Rank 1 civilians were easy to break. Jamey grabbed everything of value from his victim, got back into his car and sped off. A minute later, the sirens rang through the streets behind him, but no wanted level appeared in your view. Discretely parking in a lonely parking garage some distance away, Jamey took inventory of his ill gotten gains. $1000 in cash. Credit cards. A photo ID of a 'Mr James Harrison'. A business card for said Mr Harrison, stating his occupation as a 'Sales Executive'. A working smartphone. Not a bad haul for a random robbery, and good start so far. He did not even have to fire off a shot, which could have made the situation much worse. If you knew Liberty City, some of these 'reappropriated items' will be conveniently forgotten as long as Jamey was smart not to use them immediately.

Account Name: Jamey Cum-A-Lot

Health: 100/100
Stamina: 85/100

Ranks:

• Combat 1 (Puny as fuck)
• Sex Power 1 (Limp dicked)
• Endurance 1 (Feeble as fuck)
• Prestige 1 (Broke as fuck)

Reputation: Nobody
Cash: $1030
Owned Properties: Broker Apartment
Contacts/Allies: None
Items: 9mm Pistol (2 clips ammo), Stolen Esperanto, x2 Stolen Credit Cards, Stolen Photo ID and Business card for James Harrison, Stolen Smartphone